I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

"Then we would appreciate it if you could help our Huo family resolve this feng shui mystery, young master." Manager Zhou looked at Chen Qinghe with a sincere tone.

After this series of actions, all previous disdain for Chen Qinghe had completely vanished.

All that remains in my mind is gratitude.

He had only thought that perhaps there were hidden masters in the ordinary streets of Hong Kong because he saw the head of the family and the young lady in such a predicament. He never expected that he would actually stumble upon one! If this young man could really resolve this feng shui problem, that would be a great blessing!

Chen Qinghe didn't hesitate and immediately turned around to give the orders.

"Remove the mirror immediately and don't leave it on this floor."

"Move the bed back to the north wall, with the headboard three inches away from the wall, not completely flush against it."

"Remove this glass partition, and use a thick cloth curtain to cover it for now. Replace it with a wooden screen or a semi-solid door tomorrow."

"Seal off that small side door on the east side of the annex tonight; it must not be opened again. It runs through the long corridor, and that's where the wind starts."

"Move the fish tank out of the study; don't put it next to the desk. That place is already close to light; adding running water will only make it messy."

"Change the direction of your desk. Don't sit with your back to the glass anymore. Move it to the side against a solid wall."

"Replace all the lights in the bedroom and study. Don't turn on all the ceiling lights; just leave the warm light on to reduce the strong incandescent light."

He would say one, and Steward Zhou would immediately write it down.

The Huo family's servants initially looked at each other, but seeing that Huo Shirong, who had been listening the whole time, did not object, they all started to move.

Huang Shouzhou shrank back, watching in a daze.

He had heard of these things before, but when he actually got there, he always thought about what to put, what to hang, and what to stick. Chen Qinghe, on the other hand, never mentioned talismans or magic tools. He only looked at how people lived, how the wind went, and how the light fell, and then dismantled the mistakes step by step.

This is the procedure and level of a qualified feng shui master when analyzing a feng shui chart.

Chen Qinghe finally walked to the corner of the room and straightened the old screen.

The screen had originally been moved to one side of the study and used as a decoration. It was covered with a thin layer of dust, indicating that no one had touched it for a long time.

Chen Qinghe, however, valued it the most.

"Move this three steps inside the bedroom door," he said.

Huo Qingtang looked over and asked, "What's it for?"

"Intercept the energy flow," Chen Qinghe said. "The bedroom is most vulnerable to direct, unobstructed flow. By removing the screen wall and moving the inner screen, it's as if the door opens and the wind and light flow straight through. Once it's back in its proper place, the energy in the bedroom can flow more smoothly."

Huo Yuncheng sat on the edge of the bed, his face still looking unwell, with dark circles under his eyes.

He's been through a lot these past few days. First, he couldn't sleep well, then he felt chest tightness and irritability, and at night it felt like a dull saw was pulling back and forth in his brain.

The feng shui masters who came to my door were all talking in a mystical way, constantly mentioning various afflictions and clashes, but in the end, they were all useless.

The boy who came out of the old alley looks much quieter than the group in front of him, but when it comes to actually doing things, he still moves the bed, dismantles the mirror, and changes the light.

Huo Yuncheng was already holding back his anger, and seeing the servants running back and forth made him even more annoyed.

"Moving it around like this," he frowned, his tone laced with barely suppressed barbs, "if it were really useful, would I have been put through all this trouble?"

There was a pause in the movements inside the room.

Huang Shouzhou felt a pang of anxiety, fearing that Chen Qinghe, young and impetuous, might retort on the spot.

Huo Qingtang also looked up, the coldness in her eyes still lingering.

They were thoroughly annoyed by those half-baked feng shui masters lately.

Chen Qinghe didn't react much, but turned to Steward Zhou and said, "You can open the door first."

Huo Yuncheng grew increasingly impatient, feeling that he was just being deliberately mysterious.

To his surprise, the sharp gust of wind that had rushed straight in from the corridor actually weakened as soon as the door opened.

It's not that there's no wind at all, but it's no longer like before, where people would bump into each other's faces and chests as they entered.

The wind seemed to have been stopped by something, then dispersed and slowed down, and even the stuffy, irritating atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten.

Huo Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at Chen Qinghe.

Is it really useful?

Chen Qinghe ignored him and continued to look at the furnishings in the room.

The mirror was quickly carried out by two servants, and the glass partition was removed and replaced with a thick cloth that was temporarily hung up.

The fish tank in the study was moved away from the table, and the sound of water immediately faded away.

When the bed was moved back to the north wall, Chen Qinghe personally measured the distance again, making sure the head of the bed was three inches away from the wall, not too close, but not too far away either.

Huo Qingtang stood by the door, arms crossed, and did not intervene.

She remained outwardly calm, but her gaze followed Chen Qinghe as he moved around the room.

This young man is far too young; he seems too young to be capable of resolving a situation like the Huo family's.

But the younger he was, the more shabby his clothes were, the more illogical this scene seemed.

He didn't act like a charlatan with any airs of profound wisdom, nor did he resemble the others who entered the room and immediately began chanting incantations.

He simply looked, asked, moved, and modified, as if sorting out an old account that was already clear.

That is precisely why they dare not underestimate them.

Huo Shirong, however, had already figured it out.

From the moment the young man entered until now, he hadn't performed any rituals, burned any talismans, or mentioned any ghosts or spirits causing trouble. He simply pointed out all the problems in the Huo family's bedroom that everyone could see but no one had truly noticed. The more he did this, the more convincing he became. Because this kind of ability couldn't be built on mere words.

Huo Shirong said in a deep voice, "Steward Zhou, have someone keep watch over him tonight. If A-Cheng can sleep peacefully, we can discuss the rest tomorrow morning."

Manager Zhou responded, unable to suppress the joy in his eyes. He had only intended to try it out, but he hadn't expected to actually bring such a person back from an old alley in Sham Shui Po. If Huo Yuncheng could sleep soundly tonight, this trip wouldn't just be a matter of how small the contribution was, but rather that he had helped the Huo family to reopen a path that was almost lost.

Huo Qingtang didn't speak, but just stood by the door looking at Chen Qinghe.

She had previously been filled with anger and contempt for this man, thinking he was just another scoundrel trying to swindle money by taking advantage of the Huo family's troubles. But now, that anger had subsided considerably, leaving behind a more complex scrutiny. This young man, who had emerged from an old alleyway and small temple, was poor, young, and poorly dressed, and spoke without much fanfare. But once he entered the Huo family's door, he acted as if he were examining an account, untangling the tangled mess one by one.

What bothered her even more was that he not only noticed the mistakes in the room, but also pointed out several recent misfortunes of the Huo family, revealing the undercurrents in her heart that she least wanted to touch.

For the first time, she suddenly had a real thought: this person might not just happen to have some ability.

That night, everyone in the Huo family slept very lightly.